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CHAPTER TWELVE ━━ control

"SCOTT isn't answering." Ophelia groaned in frustration. She looked over seeing Mason rushing into the room.

"Over here yeah-" She tuned their voices out smelling, blood. Lots of it. She furrowed her brows. Slowly walking towards the elevator, ignoring Melissa and Mason's calls.

She arrived to the main floor. She walked slowly down the hall smelling the alluring scent, her mouth watering by the second. Her eyes flashed from brown to an ambient gold, her veins beneath her eyes prominent as she walked further down the hall, her palms sweaty. Calm down, she thought.

The Supermoon was not helping her in anyway shape or form. She looked down seeing blood bags scattering the floor, like a trail towards buried treasure. Her breathing became rigid, heart beat erratically beating against her rib cage.

She hesitantly lifted her hand up to the curtain, and pulled the curtains away seeing a Chimera drinking a blood bag. Blood littered his clothes, and features. He looked up at her, recognizing her immediately. She backed away slowly stumbling in the process, bumping into a body. Malia to be exact.

She looked at the Original warily, seeing the hybrid stare at the blood as if she had been starved for centuries.

"O, calm down. Okay?" Malia held her hands up in front of the dazed Original. "It's the stupid moon." Malia hissed out, trying calming the hybrid down. "Remember? You can control yourself, you'd never hurt anyone, not anymore." Malia tried to get through to the hybrid.

"I can't!" Ophelia shouted in anger. Malia was shoved back with force, by the Original. Malia slid across the floor, her head bouncing off the wall behind her. She looked up to the Chimera who stalked over to the Original; like a predator. Ophelia backed up against the wall, her body shaking, mumbling incoherent words. Having an inner battle with herself, trying to calm her self down. Not wanting to harm the boy or anyone. But the blood was calling out to her and she needed it.

"Henrik M-Mikaelson, Finn Mikaelson, L-Lorenzo St.John, S-Stefan Salvatore-" She gulped looking down at her shaking hands, balling them into fists. "Allison-E-Erica Rey-" The Chimera raised his finger tips which were soaked in blood, up to her mouth. Smearing the blood across her plump lips. Her eyes widened, as he shoved a blood bag to her mouth forcing the blood down her throat, grasping the back of her head with his hand.

"No!" Malia screamed, pulling herself up to her feet.

Ophelia snapped her eyes opened her ambient/black eyes staring into the Chimera's. Her veins prominent under her eyes, her fangs piercing the bag, as she roared shoving the chimera against the wall harshly, her fangs piercing his neck, as she drank from him vigorously. He struggled beneath her hold. Ophelia gripped his biceps harshly, her nails digging into the boys arms.

Malia stood up in a rush pushing the Original off of the boy. She looked up to Malia and snarled, Ophelia looked to Malia as if she didn't recognize the girl, like they never spent the night studying, or talking about traveling the world together, how she promised the were-coyote she'd always be there for her, her best friend. Blood dripped down her chin onto her chest. She panted looking to Malia.

"Lia, don't do this. Control!" She shouted at the hybrid, who smirked and lunged at her both attacking one another. Panting, grunts, flesh being torn apart, and roars could be heard throughout the halls.

The chimera stood up lunging at Malia, Malia looked in confusion to the boy. He looked as if he was made to protect the Original. He dug his claws into Malia's arms, causing her to stumble backwards, blood covering her clothes. Ophelia jumped on Malia ready to rip open her neck, until a bullet whistled through the air shooting the chimera in his leg, distracting the Original. The boy ran off. Braedon looked to Malia and nodded. Malia snapped Ophelia's neck, who fell limp into her arms.

"What the hell is going on?" She shouted.

"Long story." Malia mumbled looked down at the girl in her arms.

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OPHELIA awoke with a gasp, hands grasped her shoulders steadying her. She looked up seeing blue eyes that she had desperately missed. Mirroring her doe orbs. "Nik?" She questioned tears breaming her eyes.

"I told you, I'd come if you needed me sister." He whispered as he hugged his sister tightly against his chest.

He hated seeing her cry, he never wanted her to feel pain or endure any sort of sorrow. Some might say he's an idiot for thinking that, with them being immortal and all, but the love he had for Ophelia overruled it all. As children he always was by her side, they were always stuck to the hip. He was always there when she had nightmares, when she would cry herself to sleep, he was her rock. Throughout the centuries she surely became his. After he became cold to anyone outside of their family, she was the one he'd lean on. When he needed to vent or break down to, she was his shoulder to cry on.

"Hayden? And Scott? I need to make sure-" Ophelia rambled, clutching to her brother's shirt.

"There's something you need to know, sister." Ophelia looked up at the sound of Freya's soft voice. Noticing it wasn't just her twin brother in the room, but Elijah, Rebekah, and Freya. All looking at her with solemn faces. And sad eyes.

Tears breamed the younger hybrid as she looked into Nik's eyes. Shaking her head vigorously mumbling, "No, no. Please tell me they are okay." She sobbed into her brother's chest. Rebekah walked over to the other side of her bed tears in her eyes as she looked to her broken sister. She hated seeing her siblings upset, she was a lot like Ophelia in that area. She kissed the red head's temple.

"The girl, Hayden. She-she's dead." Klaus whispered to the girl who began sobbing harder.

"I could have saved her. We could have found another way? A spell- s-something-" She rambled and sobbed into her brother's arms. Klaus' eyes breamed with tears seeing the broken look on her features. He hadn't seen her like this since the death of both the Argent and Reyes. And the other's.

"I-I have to see Scott, where's Scott?" She fought against Klaus' arms who was holding her tightly against him. She couldn't bare the thought of losing anyone in the pack, not again.

Freya and Elijah both walked up. "It seems that he-" Elijah began, with sad eyes.

"No." She shook her head. "Please, tell me he's okay." She pleaded her older brother Elijah.

"His mother saved him in time." He softly said, kneeling in front of her, as she whimpered into Klaus' arms. The siblings watched with watery sad eyes to their sister. She looked down quietly and whimpered. Her brother rubbed her back gently, as Rebekah leaned her head against her shoulder kissing the red heads arm.

"This wasn't supposed to happen." She whimpered. "They are just kids." She sobbed looking out the window, tears streaming down her face. Until realization hit her. "I-I almost killed Malia-"

"Shh, she called us. She explained what happened. It is not your fault she knows that." Elijah soothed his sister. "It was not your fault. The emotions the moon, it was all heightened." He assured the broken girl who sat in front of him.

"I thought I could control it, I swear- but it all came rushing to me, I swear I wouldn't hurt them, I swear it." She rambled. Klaus hushed his sister rocking her back forth gently.

For what felt like an eternity, the siblings stayed with the younger hybrid who sobbed quietly. Her eyelids began to flutter shut.

"We will talk tomorrow, okay?" Freya pushed loose strands of her red hair behind her sister's ear. "Get some sleep, Scott, Malia, Stiles and his father are okay. You can talk tomorrow with them." She reassured her sister, kissing her forehead.

Ophelia nodded tiredly, Klaus laid her down gently pulling the blankets up to her chin, kissing her forehead. Rebekah, Freya, and Elijah following in pursuit.

They left the whimpering hybrid in her bed to sleep, only she did not sleep that night. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Hayden's body, her eyes and mouth pooling with mercury. Scott's bloody and beaten body. Her attacking Malia, losing control over the bloodlust. Her ripping apart Erica.

She couldn't sleep even with her family who were occupying the other bedrooms, not even with the wolf outside her window staring intently at the girl who sobbed all night over the loss of the pack, could help. Only she'd find out Hayden was indeed alive and Scott was okay. The boy who she started to feel comfort in, was the cause of her pain and suffering.

And he was going to beg for mercy.

AN 🦋✨🧚🏼‍♀️

I literally had no idea where to place Ophelia. I wanted her with Hayden when she died but I also wanted her with Scott. But the moon had to affect her to so I decided to put her with Malia.

Also I decided to bring her family into it, not everyone is there obviously I wanted to bring them all but I feel like that would be to much. So Kol, Davina, Hope, Hayley, Caroline, Josie, Lizzie, Keelin, Marcel. They're all back at the compound in New Orleans. They may appear in s6 kinda have an idea for the ending don't know if you will like it... but there's a lot going to happen obviously. Part 2 of s5 will start next.

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